He squeezed his cock a little harder, pinching the crown between his thumb and finger and then wrapping his hand around, squeezing again and then stroking. He filled his mind with her voice, with those dirty words her beautiful lips formed as she talked to her customers. So much filth coming out of such an innocent mouth. He’d love to take that mouth and dirty it up properly.
"Jared?" a sleepy voice said. "I heard a noise."
Jared turned to look. The woman of his dreams was standing in his bathroom doorway looking at him sleepily. Then her hooded gaze dropped to where his hand was stroking his cock. He didn't stop. If she was shocked, she could leave. He needed the relief and she was the one that chose to open the door without knocking.
Rather than showing embarrassment or disgust though, she took a step toward him, her eyes still zeroed in on his raging hard-on. Then she surprised him by dropping to her knees. She crawled toward him and stopped right next to his bare foot. She stroked her fingers up the back of his calf, drawing a deep groan from him.
"Let me help."
Helpless against her powerful brand of sexy, helpless to even speak and ask her to clarify, Jared turned his body, pointing his hips at her face. She grinned up at him and reached for his penis, taking it into her soft hand and squeezing, just the way he liked it.
Jared dropped his head back and let out a sigh, allowing the blissful sensations to run up and down his body from where she was touching him. One hand on his cock while the other snuck up to his balls, squeezing, weighing and stroking. Dammit, this woman knew what she was doing.
"You like that?" she used her sexy phone operator voice and Jared thought he was gonna blow all over her.
"Uh-huh." It was all he could manage to say, but it seemed to be enough for her.
She continued to stroke, and then, as if sensing he was near, she placed her lips on the tip and slowly ran them over the crown and down the stem of his cock. A shiver rippled down his back as his balls tightened. Then she squeezed him, hard enough to stop the cum from shooting out. He grunted in pain-ecstasy. Fuck, where did this woman learn how to give hand jobs?
"You want to come on me?" she asked in that sexy sultry voice. "You can come on my tits…" She reached down to pull her nightie over her head, bearing her breasts to his hungry gaze. They were as perfect as the rest of her, round and tipped with rose peaks. "You can come on my face…" She ran her fingers down her cheek and gave him a wide-eyed stare.
Jared reached down and curled his fingers under her chin, tipping her head back as he ran his thumb over her lips, putting pressure on them until she opened. He plunged his thumb into her mouth and held her tongue down for a second. "Here."
She sucked his thumb hard, until his eyes rolled back and he had to bite back a shout so he didn't wake up her sisters. She took his cock in hand again and pressed her lips back over the crown. This time, she wasn't playing. She began sucking him in earnest, as though trying to suck his soul out through the end of his dick. If that was her plan, it worked, he was hers, heart, body and soul.
He shot his load straight into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes drifted shut as she swallowed every drop. There was more than he thought possible, but then, he'd been waiting to come on, in or near this woman for weeks.
When he finally finished, his knees almost buckled. He gripped the counter until his blood started flowing to all the correct limbs. He bent over, gripped Amy under the armpits and dragged her up to her feet. Wrapping an arm around her back, he pulled her into his chest and kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth and ravishing her with a grateful kiss.
When he finally broke the kiss, he gazed down at her, knowing adoration was written all over his face, but unable to help it.
She grinned up at him. "Can we fuck now?"
Fifteen
Amy was not a shy woman, but it took a lot of guts to open that bathroom door when she'd heard Jared groaning on the other side. She'd seen enough porn, and been in enough phone sex calls, to know exactly what was happening on the other side. She’d hesitated, but finally pushed the door open. She was ready to take their relationship to the next level.
After using her hand and her mouth to finish him off, he'd given her a kiss that had stolen her breath and soaked her panties. Well, it would've soaked her panties had she been wearing any.
"Can we fuck now?" she asked him.
"Gotta give me time to recover. As much as I want to fuck that delicious body, this guy…" He waved towards his cock, which was now in a half salute. "Needs a few minutes."
"Oh, okay." She was disappointed, but she understood. Guys needed time before they could go for another round.
Jared backed her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he swept her off her feet and up into his arms. She squeaked as he dropped her on the bed, then came down on top of her. It was amazing. She could feel every inch of his naked body against hers. The rough hair on his chest, arms and legs rubbed against the softness of her skin, making her heart race with excitement.
"Doesn't mean I can't make you come while I'm getting ready for round two." Jared's voice was gruff and sexy.
"Oh." Her voice was small, but her body tingled with excitement as she imagined him making her come. It wouldn't be the first time. They'd been making out for two weeks now, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Whenever he stimulated her clit, she shot off like a rocket, melting in his arms. She was so ready for some real action, some skin on skin contact.
Jared sat back on his haunches and swept her body with a long look.
"You are so fucking hot, you blow my mind, baby. I want to do bad, bad things to you."
It wasn't the most romantic thing he'd said to her, but it made Amy grin. "You're not too bad either." Her eyes drifted over his torso, which was so inked she could barely see the skin underneath. One of his arms had a full sleeve of tattoos, while the other was bare. He had some tattoos on his legs as well as his neck and his hand.
Amy had never really had an opinion about tattoos on guys before, but she was starting to realize that she loved them. Especially when they were on Jared.
He ran his hands over her body, starting at her breasts, squeezing and playing with them. She giggled as she realized what he was doing was more for him than her, but eventually his hands drifted down, toward her pussy. He nudged her legs wider and then crouched down between her legs. He pulled her labia apart and traced her inner lips with a finger, his gaze never straying.
Amy moaned, loving the feeling of his hands on her, loving the feel of his gaze on her. Now, she just needed his tongue.
He didn't disappoint.
After he looked his fill and touched his fill, he dove in face first. At first, he licked her leisurely, exploring every facet of her vagina. Frustrated, she wanted to shout at him to pick a rhythm and stick with it. She was starting to wonder if this man was all talk, when he finally got serious.
He plunged a couple of fingers inside her, filling her with his thickness, as his tongue flicked against her clit in alternating rhythms. He would drive her higher and higher, then force her to fall back to earth, then do it all over again. She was a moaning, sweating, hot mess before he finally let her come.
He lifted his face, grinned at her wickedly. "Come for me now, baby."